"Way I remember it, I said at least one shot." Though she would have been happier with more than two. Once again the cannon went to the top of Paige's mental checklist of things that needed to be fixed. Or potentially completely reworked. Assuming they got the time. If this group was part of a larger squadron, they might have more issues than opportunity for upgrades.
Once Sam was out, Paige double checked the net preparations and then listened to the chatter of her family. Heading back to ground would give her more of a change to get into the fight. In the air, Paige made sure they kept going. Being on the ground let her contribute a little more to the actual rock em sock em part of this lifestyle.
"We'll scavenge from any enemy ships that aren't completely torn up." Which reminded her that she was just a touch disappointed that Sammy had blasted through an engine. Hopefully this wouldn't all end up explosions. They were gratifying to watch, but Paige would rather have rubble to crawl through if at all possible. "I can definitely retrofit a lot of those parts onto Zebby."
Jeb started taking them down. Paige was already mentally running through her possible forms list, but hadn't husked quite yet. She needed a better eye on the situation first.